How to Live as the Enemy Prince

At least it won't be unfair.

Not if you've seen the shadow of Kalian.

"What nonsense is this?"

It's been less than a day since Khalian disappeared. To be honest, I now know it's gone. But if you don't give me Kalian, I can't give you Plants.

No, what else did Plants believe and follow Siegfried's knights? I don't understand why I had to go to Siegfried Manor with my feet and make this happen if I called you in the middle of the night.

The misconception of injuring Grey was unfair. He imprisoned Arsen and won't let you go. He says he's holding on to Calian now.

"Remain silent, but why do elephants keep pushing their butts into fights?"

Earl Evan Brissen's innocence broke out in spite of his imprisonment and his gambling establishment.

"You're looking into the situation as well. You can't attack Siegfried on your own while Prince Three is gone and Prince Two is in custody." "

"· · · · · · · Yes. You can't just move around. You don't want to see even his own Plants go wrong or Siegfried bring down the king for the first time."

Evan, who agreed to the chief's words and organized his thoughts, made an annoying sound. Remaining in a position to deal with this matter without Le Maine's involvement, it was a madness and a leap forward.

"What do you say?"

Evan, who was asking me to prepare the knights at once, shut up. After a while, he calms down his anger and replies.

"· · · · · · · · · I'll be alone for a while."

I had to think.

I felt like leading the knights now.

- You look like a jackal.

But this is what you heard from your grandson. I didn't want to be treated like that again.

"Who will benefit the most when the Three Princes are gone and Siegfried and Brissen are confronted?"

This is Randall. Nothing to see.

The mad elephants seem to be pushing Brycen away without even thinking about it.

"But isn't the 3rd Prince the Sword Master?"

It is hard to be sure that you also win when you face Kalian right now. I don't know what I did, but I didn't feel any error. So long as you don't have Slayman's strength.

"Is this Slayman's autobiography?"

Evan's face that I thought of there was stiff.

"No. Slayman was out of the capital from yesterday afternoon to a little while ago, so it can't be Slayman." "

Evan shakes his head again, keeping in mind the knight Tailan who came with the prince of Cecritia. There was no reason for him to do that, and with Chase in the palace, the danger was too great for Tailan to do that.

Then there's only one thing left.

"Grey, yes. Perhaps Grey was involved in this, who was taking one step to Randall's side. It would be impossible to capture, kill, or imprison three princes because he has similar or greater power than three princes."

Evan was still unaware of Grey's failure to write the error.

"Did Randall and Grey work together?"

Having drawn the wrong conclusion, Evan sat at his desk and picked up the letter. I decided not to go to Siegfried myself, but to send a letter first.

If Randall really is working with Grey, we shouldn't be building a Chuck with Siegfried right now.

* * *

The moment when insight and the abyss came into contact.

We recognized each other.

I recognized it clearly.

The other day, Chase went to Chermill Palace looking for Plants and briefly strolled through the rose garden.

"There doesn't seem to be anything left to cut."

Chase looks at Randell's hand looking at the roses and says,

Randall turns to a strange voice for a moment and slowly raises his head. Then he quietly replied to the stranger who came to this depth with his servant bitten behind his back.

"I grew up just a little bit."

That's how I met him.

The two stood still and looked at each other without saying goodbye about the first meeting.

The abyss tries to swallow the insight, and the insight pierces it.

"Why don't you just let it grow?"

Randall glances at Chase's dark, sparkly eyes for a moment.

"I don't like getting away with it."

"Do I hurt my hand?"

The wind blows.

Around the time the scent of the rose that was left behind disappeared, Chase smiled and opened his mouth again.

"I'm worried about · · · · · · · · ·. I have thorns."

The fragrant voice that was hovering gently followed behind the smile.

Once again, the wind blows.

* * *

Rubia's annex.

Among the emissaries who found Cairis, it was built for noble guests.

Very few people can be treated as noble enough to pay for their annex in Cairys. Because the annex was also not open frequently, it was also difficult to see many people coming and going to the annex.

Except these days, of course.

After Chase, prince of Secretia, entered the annex, the Rubia's palace was quite busy. And from yesterday, some people who came out of the palace and into the Rubia coffin became particularly eye-catching.

One of them was Knight Tailan.

- Knock knock.

Tailan quickly moved his feet into the annex at a considerable height, knocking on Chase's room door at the top of the annex.

"Castrin, Your Highness."

Then he immediately opened the door and went inside, even though he was not allowed to come in. Tailan was allowed to act as Chase's escort.

Chase stands outside the window, his back facing away from the door. Chase opens his mouth, looking at Tailan's reflection on the window.

"Is Siegfried ready yet?"

"Yes. No news yet."

"Yes."

A small sigh leaks from Chase's mouth.

Tailan didn't know why he cared so much about Prince Cairys, but he knew he wouldn't answer any questions about him. Thus, Tailan posted a message to Chase instead of a question.

"The sorcerers of the Society have begun to move in to investigate. We have to let the birds in."

"Keep moving. It won't clash."

"I understand."

"Any other news?"

"There is no movement in the capital, and the inspection of the capital was enhanced by King Remain's order, but no sign of anyone leaving or entering the capital with any ideals."

No movement has been detected in the information coming from birds active in Cairosis.

"You're still keeping an eye on things, or you're backing out for the next chance, or you're all dead."

"Yes. But I think we should rule out the possibility of them all dying."

"Of course. When the birds found signs of a struggle, they said there was no body, so someone must have cleaned it up." "

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Chase nods at Gogar, shifting his gaze from Tailan's reflection in the window. Chase's mouth opens again, looking out the window at the fountain.

"The Marquis Brissen."

"Yes, I haven't had much of a reaction yet."

"Slower than I thought."

Chase nods, thinking again for a moment.

"Got it."

"Yes."

Tailan tilts his head down toward Chase's rear face, still looking out the window, and then steps out. Chase hears the door closing and opens his mouth quietly, remembering Randall we met the other day.

"Prince Randall doesn't seem to be here yet."

Chase didn't even know what Randall had told Callian. Only he knew a little more about what it was like to be king of Tensyl than Bern.

It wasn't that hard for Chase to guess how Randall would see the other two brothers.

Randall isn't cornered enough to send the sword to Callian right away. He wasn't the kind of person who would do something so stupid. Randall doesn't know anything about this.

"Then who?"

Chase's face is frozen cold, shining through the window.

* * *

"I'd like to hear some rumors."

Callian, who was leaning on the bed with his face parched, opened his mouth like this.

"Are you talking about this?"

"Yes. I'm gone."

Demirea's question, which had been completely drawn to the rumors, answered Calian with a scowling face that would not fit into his strangely sober face at all.

It was Khalian who knew how much the nobles cared about rumors. It's most directly related to their honor. Because of that, Kalian has also used the power of false rumors several times so far.

"The Marquis of Brissen will no longer make idle moves."

Callian sits beside the bed looking at Plants, his eyes closed for a moment.

Just a moment ago, Plants injected Calian with everything that had happened since his last encounter with Calian. About what I said to Evan at the ball.

Because of this, Calian decided that Evan would want to quietly move on. Once again, he decided to pray for the power of rumors.

"The erl is too quiet just to sit still and write."

"Are you suggesting that we create and spread a disadvantage on the Brissen side?"

"Yes. That's how it's going to spread."

Calian peels the banana in his hand and says in a light tone.

"Very well. The sorcerer of the Society will be nearby, so I'll pass it on." "

"Did I tell you I was leaving the association?"

"You didn't."

"But I know it well."

"If it's about Prince Kalian, they're on their own."

Khalian smiles as he looks so different from Jan, who recently used up all his intelligent life.

"Yeah. The baby elephant's whining again, by the way. Tell her to tell her I woke up."

Demirea smiles and replies.

"I understand."

"Thank you, Demirea."

I was really in a lot of ways.

Since the shield was just an excuse, it was not that Demirea was unilaterally helping Callian rather than a decision made by the alliance to walk through the gates like this.

"I'll pay you back later. Expensive."

Then he added, pointing to the banana peel that was piled up.

"Even bananas."

"Oh, you'll save me some bananas."

"Enjoy it, it's not free."

Khalian smiles and nods, and Demirea goes out after a brief greeting. I wanted to meet the wizard of Euria, who would be hiding somewhere around the mansion.

After Demirea leaves, Kalian looks at Plants and opens his mouth. But Plants said it first before anything came out of his mouth.

"I don't need it."

"Yes."

Thanks again for just letting Plants know about one last banana that Calian threw away.

"Sir, would you like some?"

"No."

"Yes."

Khalian, who doesn't say the same word twice, nods and forgets the banana because he didn't give the same recommendation twice. Then he looked at Plants and said,

"They were warriors of the Great Desert."

And what followed was something we still wouldn't have told Demirea. It's because I wasn't able to talk to others about the power that felt similar to what Randall used.

"I felt like I was dealing with the power that Brother Randall used. There were four who had abilities similar to error, one who had abilities similar to magic. The strongest one was the prosecutor, and all five had healing powers."

"It means the warriors of the Great Desert used their powers."

I opened my eyes slightly and asked Plants, who were momentarily lost in thought.

"If I may call you Divine Power. In fact, I thought there might be a Tensyl behind this. I wonder if they went separately from Brother Randall."

The information so far has been clearly pointing to Tensyl. There was a good reason. It was Khalian who was in the way of Randall.

If Randall becomes King of Cairys, what's in it for Tensyl more than that? So, apart from Randall, I tried to take Calian's life.

"My brother is very special."

According to Plants, Calian opens his mouth, smiling briefly.

"But no matter how much I thought about it, I didn't think it was possible, so I stopped doubting. No matter how much we've teamed up with the Great Desert, if things go wrong, I wonder if Tensyl did something that would immediately spread into war."

"Yes."

"Then who are you thinking of?" I don't seem to be living as bad as my brother, being attacked in the capital. "

"Don't bark."

Calian laughs, watching Plants react as he adds a joke.

Plants opened his mouth, looking at Calian, who was troubled by the possibilities like this.

"Let's not think about it."

He was eating bananas and talking nonsense, but he soon faced death.

"Yes."

Kalian nods without a word. And soon I fell asleep again.

After a full day, Kalian opens his eyes again. In the meantime, a faithful rumor spread by Uriah led to the arrival of Earl Brissen, placing one shroud and returning.

After five more days, Cairysis was filled with stories of Calian's disappearance. The nobles who supported Kalian visited the palace every day, and Remain remained silent.

And they make a move.

Callian smiles as he hears the news.

"Call my master."

I almost died fighting five.

You're going crazy alone.

It's time to see what Alan Manasil is capable of, full of disciple love.